Debbie.
“Oh… mmm, yes… oh yes, just like that… oh… oh… oh… yes… ah… Daddy, oh f**k, yes… oh… yes…”
He stopped.
Fingers. Everything off.
I broke down.
“Daddy, please,” I cried.
“Please what, Debbie?” he asked.
Fuck, I wished I could turn into a superhero or something, have my way and cut these cuffs, help my pathetic c**t. But I couldn't. I could only beg.
“Please… I want to c*m. I want you to f**k me. Please, Daddy. Punish me with your c**k. Please. I deserve your punishment.” I rapped freely the forbidden words.
It was crazy listening to myself say these things, but I didn't care at all. Anything for this orgasm, anything at all.
I watched him take one step backward. I looked, turning my head to the side, and I saw it: the massive tent in his pants.
Fuck.
The thought of havin
